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A Dying City(Ded. Lit.)

Maxine kept a calm composure, realizing she had said it out loud. She shrugged it off, choking down the poison memory that she was the daughter of scum, "Back when I was a kid, the Di'Copaggio's ran our neighborhood." She smirked a bit, "I'd love to take down some of their boys, put that mob boss Reynaldo in his place."

Lisa carefully arranged all the items on her desk, making it just so.
"When is our scheduled departure time?" she asked, looking over the details agains. She was lost in her own world, trying to mesmorize everything in case it became important later.

Jack cursed, scrambling out the door. He wasn't going to be late. Not on the first day! He checked his watch as he turned the ignition key to "start". Oh, yeah. He was going to be late. On the first day. He sighed. Complaining about it wasn't going to make it any better. He put his Toyota Tundra in reverse, and slowly backed out of his driveway, then screamed down the residential road at 45 mph. Then he slowed up. He remembered that in his line of work, you probably didn't want any points on you driver's liscense.

"Soon as that new Jack kid an' Bailey show up we're gearin' an' goin'." Jack replied to Lisa, then picking up the phone and calling the armory. It rung for a moment before the quartermaster, Joel, picked up. "Armory, what's the poison?" Joel asked, her thick Jersey accent seeping through her words. "It's Jared. I'm needin' six vests, four M4s, an' two Mossbergs. Ninety round on the M4s and fifteen on the Mossbergs please." Jared asked, and when Joel confirmed he hung up and stood.

Rowan listened to the phone conversation and reread the file. So she wans't the newest person anymore, this Jack person sounded new, od hats at the Hound Unit always showed up early or on time. This Jack person was late. Rowan glanced at her hand and at the blue sun tattoo on it. It was an old gang tattoo, she wodnered if she should cover it up, the area theyw ere going to hadn't been to friendly with the gang that her tattoo was affiliated with.

In a few minutes, Jack found himself at the police station. He slipped out of his vehicle and grumbled as he jogged to the door. He slipped through the doorway and it came shut behind him. He jumped at the force of it, but managed to keep his composure as he walked towards a solitary group in the station. He looked at the man who had just hung up the phone.

Bailey arrived a few minutes late with a black eye and hair sticking in every direction like he had just stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He sat down in a chair without saying anything. He had learned by now that Jared didn't really go for excuses, so he wouldn't try and make any. "Please tell me we're killing something today." Bailey said.

Jared grunted and then shouted, "We're at full head count. Everyone suit up!" Exiting his desk, he jogged down to the armory and grabbed a vest and a shotgun. Stuffing the shells into the holders in his vest, he then proceeded to the briefing room and waited for the rest of Hound.

Jack grabbed a vest and a machine gun; those were his favorite. He set the M4 on the ground to adjust his jacket, then picked it back up and proceeded. Wow, he thought. I didn't need to wait for anything. He noticed a helmet with a face mask and put it on. Having your head protected was smart, and the face mask so in case the enemy engaged him, they wouldn't be able to identify him. He then proceeded to the briefing room.

Rowan followed the other down the stairs, she didn't put a vest on, she hated them, they were so constricting and heavy, it felt like someone was tryng to crush her ribcage when she wore one.
Rowan grabbed a shot gun and put extra shells in her pockets she also grabbed a long knife, which she put in her belt along with a hand gun. She then walked into the breifing room and sat down, waiting to see what was next.

(Just a quick post to bump this so it doesn't fall off the page.) Once a few squad members had arrived, Jared started drawing a few pictures on the whiteboard and threw some images on the projector. The plan was almost fully formed in his head. Bailey, Jack, and Jared would knock on the front door while Lisa coveted them from the rooftop of the restaurant across the street from the warehouse. Rowan and Maxine would cut the power and then set a ladder up into the walkways above the ground floor. Pretty simple, if all the info checked out. If Hound got the bust on these guys, they'd have over half a ton of coke iff the streets.

Lisa grabbed a vest, even though she didn't really want to. Sh searched for a weapon, settling on a pistol. Recoil was always pretty tough on her, and she didn't need to be falling over all the time on the job. She went to wait in the breifing room with the others.

(Lisa's on sniper duty. She might want to grab something that packs a bit more punch than a pistol. Also, a lot of police departments offer pads to reduce the force of recoil on a person. And if she lays down while sniping, she won't fall over. :) )

Jack liked the plan. He was always on the front, so that was nothing new. There was just one thing he wasn't sure of. He'd heard about the relentlessness of these crime lords and such, and he'd seen pretty skilled thugs on some missions.

"Are you sure about the type of resistance we could be encountering?" He asked Jared.

Jared gave Jack a smile. There was never any guarantee that Hound Unit came out alive from their missions, and they had lost quite a few members in the past to botched busts or arrests. "S'posed to be well guarded, but we got two advantages. One, we got night vision an' a sniper. Two, We got the element o'surprise." Jared said, tossing Jack a pair of night vision goggles. He grabbed a pair for himself, and then dropped the box on a table for the rest of the crew.
((Let's not leave for the mission until Sorla and Tessa post.))

Lisa grabbed a vest, even though she didn't really want to. She searched for a weapon, picking out a nice sniper rifle. Lugging the heavy gun back to the briefing room, she sat down to wait with the others.

Rowan eyed the plan, she didn't comment or allow her fac eto show it, but she was disappointed. She wanted to take teh front door on a mission for once, but was always pushed back doing power line jobs and sneaking in after the others had already busted the door down. She also didn't find it fair that Jack on his first day go to take a lead position, on her first day she'd manned a radio in the office for a mission.